[Ding! Detected host daring to strike a powerhouse, using Flying Thunder God Technique to throw Madara Uchiha into the ocean, enraging him so badly he cursed the host nonstop.]
[Special Reward: 10% Six Paths Resistance]
Kazuyama stood atop the mountain, grinning as he listened to the system's notification.
His mind was already working out how to keep tormenting Madara Uchiha, that old coffin. If he was dead, he should've stayed dead—why resurrect just to disgust people?
"Kazuyama, that's Madara Uchiha!"
"You really think messing with him like this is a good idea? What if he comes after us?"
Seeing Kazuyama ambush Madara like that had Chōmei, the Seven-Tails, completely shaken.
To tailed beasts like them, they were supposed to be symbols of power, beings with no natural enemies. But of course—life always makes exceptions.
Even with the immense power of all nine tailed beasts, they couldn't escape being beaten, captured, or imprisoned.
And the reason boiled down to two names: one was Senju Hashirama, the other Uchiha Madara.
And the man down there was one of them.
How could Chōmei not be scared?
"Tch. Chōmei, it's been so many years—are you still this cowardly?"
"Of all my strengths, you copy the worst one? And it's not cowardice! It's strategy!"
"When it's time to fight, we fight. When it's not… well, we've got legs, don't we? Why not run?"
"That old fossil is picking a fight with us. We're supposed to run from that?"
"With me here, what are you afraid of?"
"Fine, with that attitude alone, I'll help you vent."
"Let's go!"
The moment Kazuyama saw Chōmei acting like this, he refused to sit still. With a quick use of Flying Thunder God Technique, he teleported both himself and Chōmei straight to the open sea.
Barely half a minute passed—Madara was still cursing underwater, not even close to resurfacing.
"Chōmei! Hit him!"
"Alright!"
Chōmei's chakra flared into existence above the sea.
His massive form appeared, letting out a thunderous roar toward the sky.
"Kazuyama, watch this!"
"Tailed Beast Ball!"
"Dragon Star Cluster!"
For the first time, the last form of the Tailed Beast Ball—Dragon Star Cluster—erupted.
A colossal Tailed Beast Ball formed in the air, then detonated mid-sky.
The enormous sphere burst apart, spraying countless smaller Tailed Beast Balls downward. Each one carried overwhelming destructive force, all converging on a single point below.
Boom!
The first Tailed Beast Ball struck the ocean, blasting open a huge cavity. The barrage continued one after another.
After only a few strikes, Susanoo emerged into view.
"As expected of the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki."
"But to think you can kill me with Tailed Beast Balls? Keep dreaming."
Madara Uchiha's disdainful voice echoed upward—but he quickly realized something was wrong.
Wasn't this… too many Tailed Beast Balls?
Boom!
Susanoo wasn't in its full form, only a normal state—and even with its formidable defense, this barrage was pushing it to its limit.
"Chōmei! Push harder!"
"His damn turtle shell is cracking!"
Kazuyama's eyesight was excellent. Even through the explosions and seawater, he saw Susanoo's armor starting to split.
He urgently urged Chōmei to keep going. If they were fighting, they might as well go all in.
"Got it! Watch this!"
"Tailed Beast Ball!"
Still a Tailed Beast Ball—but this time, instead of dispersing it, Chōmei focused all that power into one attack.
If the Five-Tails had been there, she would've recognized it instantly—the very Tailed Beast Ball beam that killed her years ago.
The massive sphere compressed under extreme force, then erupted in a laser-like blast with terrifying penetration. No normal defense could block it.
Whoosh!
The roar vanished—replaced by the sharp, clean rush of a high-speed beam.
Even Madara couldn't help but glance up. In both sight and perception, this chakra fluctuation was enough to shock anyone.
"Didn't expect this… that a 'weak' Seven-Tails could unleash an attack of this level."
"Looks like you're not just a somewhat capable ninja—you're actually a proper Jinchūriki."
"Unfortunately, this still isn't enough."
Madara didn't move, but Susanoo began to transform around him.
Its exaggerated full form manifested instantly.
Complete Susanoo.
Humanoid form, armor, wings, and a katana at its waist.
Just before the Tailed Beast Ball laser struck, Madara drew the blade and slashed.
Boom!
The two energies collided beneath the waves. His blade struck the laser dead-on, its sharpness splitting the beam cleanly in half.
Kazuyama blinked, stunned.
That was a Tailed Beast Ball laser!
And this guy just… cut it?
That was absurd.
"Kazuyama, what do we do?"
"What else? Keep attacking!"
"Alright! So what if it's Madara Uchiha? I'm going all out!"
Chōmei kept firing the Tailed Beast Ball while beating his six wings.
Torrents of purple Scale Powder rained down, accelerated by the wings—each speck highly corrosive.
Kazuyama joined in.
"Crystal Release! Time for a meteor shower!"
Crystals materialized from thin air, forming five-pointed stars.
From each star's center, a concentrated beam of light shot downward—each with immense destructive force.
In moments, the beams poured from the sky like a true meteor shower.
Explosions, corrosion, rays—everything swallowed the sea below, completely burying Susanoo from sight.
The combined attack lasted a full minute.
When the crystals finally shattered and Chōmei stopped, Kazuyama and Chōmei vanished instantly.
Only the churning seawater remained.
"Damn brat!"
"You're even more disgusting than that bastard Tobirama Senju!"
"That bastard would never run after a fight!"
"No shred of ninja pride!"
"I swear I'll kill you!"
Madara, who had taken the entire beating passively, felt rage flood his mind, cursing endlessly.
His full-body Susanoo was in miserable shape—still intact, but covered in damage.
Nearly all its armor was broken, a wing was missing, an arm shattered, a leg gone, even the katana was broken.
It was clear just how devastating Kazuyama and Chōmei's attacks had been.
The last time Madara had suffered this level of injury was during his life-or-death battle with Senju Hashirama.
Even Madara Uchiha had to admit—Kazuyama was frighteningly strong.